Coconut Grove i'm in a b-boy stance, i'm not dancing

unfortunately! though tristan's own comment was pretty casual and not at all sexually skewed, bat took it upon herself to run him over with a truck. luckily, he knew what he had done the night before, and was wildly confident they did not blackout bang. but now that the thought was firm and prevalent in his head, he found himself entirely winded for proper conversation.

you w-wish, he quipped in return, though a little shaky. shit! why was he fuckin losing his cool right now? he watched as she went to take a squat, finding himself a little too incapacitated to keep patrolling -- oh dear. tristan sat down, paws neatly pressed together in front of him. you know, he said, rather casually, it's nice that we have so much shade in the grove. the sun is pretty gnarly this close to the beach. unfortunately, tristan did not press her about why her ass was hurting.